That time, playing in the muck,foot emerging without a boot,hopping and laughingall the way home… Then, later, on the busthe impact of the carthe windshield crackinglike a giant spiderblood all overthe dead lady’s face All in the past –sunroof openkids riding along,music blaring But trauma is a spiderArachne reaching into happy placesand as much as […]
Measured in spoonfulsprogress imperceptible Still feel the angst ofno-time-to-breathe lifestyle pressured from withinto get-it-done spend unavailable resourcesruminating solutions push against the wallswith little to show surrender to impotencyand wait for the next surge.
Sister was a hurricane –destruction her path Tried to calm, encouragebut her core was damaged Try to reach her now, across death’s abyss understand beforeher legacy swallows me.
One Woman's Quest II 
So majestic, fabulous shots.
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Thanks.
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My pleasure VJ.
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What great shots of these hawks. The first one tells the whole story of the red tail. Fantastic! 🙂
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Thanks Lisa!
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Your hawks are very handsome.
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Aren’t they just!
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🙂
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Great Photos
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Thanks
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VJ, even raptors court. We have had a pair of owls in our backyard the past few nights, chatting away. Keith
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Oh, I would love that Keith. Have yet to get a photo of an owl.
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That must be fun to listen to.
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Gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks.
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